As  We Cross The  Mountain,  We Can Walk 
 Only At Night.  Long Ago,  Someone  Here 
 Must'Ve  Angered The  Sun, And Today  It 
 Still  Burns Us Strangely. But  With The 
 Sunset The Air Comes  Raining  Back Down 
 And Gets  Thick  Enough  To Breathe.  It 
 Carries  With  It Smells  From Far Away, 
 Colourful Sparks  For The Imagination, A 
 Sharp  Contrast  For The  Stale Black Of 
 The Night.                               
                                          
 The Others Think  I'M Young, They  Don'T 
 Take  Me   Seriously  And  I  Fear  They 
 Snicker  A  Bit.  You  Usually  Get  Old 
 Before  You  Learn The  Trade Enough  To 
 Take Other People.  But  I Do Lead  Them 
 Safely     Forward,     Every     Night. 
                                          
 However,  Currently  There Seems  To  Be 
 Something Going  On Ahead. Those  Around 
 The   Corner  Have  Stopped,   Shouting, 
 Pointing.                                
                                          
                           
                           
                           
                           
                           
                           
                           
                           
                                          
 My Greatest Treasure, The                
 Book of stars,  Is   A   Combined   Map, 
 Calendar And  Timepiece As Long  As  You 
 Know What Year It Is.  Every  Page  Is A 
 Grid Of  Nine  Starfields,  Hand  Drawn, 
 Below Which Are  Written Coordinates  In 
 Both  Space And Time.  A Lot  Of  It  Is 
 Applicable On Earth,  But  Not  All.  It 
 Hints  Of  Other  Places  -  Some  Stars 
 Reordered,  Some  Names   I  Have  Never 
 Heard.   Sometimes    The   Dates    Are 
 Impossible.                              
                                          
 Those Pages Are  Exactly What I Scramble 
 For  Right Now. I'Ve  Stopped Breathing. 
 I Sling Open The  Book  Of  Stars  A Bit 
 Too Quick, Spilling All My Notes On  The 
 Ground. One  Lands  On My Foot,  It Is A 
 Drawing  Of A  Muscle cow,  But  I Could 
 Care Less Right Now.                     
                                          
 For It  Seems Like There'S A New Moon In 
 The Sky.